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graveyard part five
![]() You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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You can just chill here for a bit, you guys worked like super hard while I coasted this whole time. So I'll work with England and we'll figure out what Critter wants.
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I'll be counting on you; Inglaterra is rather hopeless.
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I mean it though, you'll be okay. I know a secret charm, I'll share it with you!
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You just have to get on your knees and interlock your fingers together! [Poland would demonstrate but. Just the one hand these days.]
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( But he listens anyways )
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Ready?
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Sí.
( And closes them both. )
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[Poland gently touches Spain's forehead with his fingers, making the sign of the cross. The motion is a little clumisier than usual, he sacrificed the hand he normally did these things with. He thinks God will understand though.]
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just. Listen to my cry.
Hear my prayer. it does not rise from deceitful lips.
Let my vindication come from you, may your eyes see what is right.
I call on you, my God, for you will answer me. Turn your ear to me and hear my prayer.
Show Spain the wonders of your great love, you who save by your right hand those who take refuge in you from their foes.
Keep Spain as the apple of your eye.
Hide him in the shadow of your wings from the wicked who are out to destroy him, from his mortal enemies who surround him.
Rise up, Lord, confront them, bring them down. With your sword rescue Spain from the wicked.
By your hand save Spain from such people, Lord, from those of this world whose reward is in this life.
Spain will be vindicated and will see your face. When Spain awakes, he will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.
Amen.